I spent President’s Day weekend skiing New Hampshire’s White Mountains with my old friends Chris and Lauren. Lauren was astonished by the prevalence of helmets on the slopes; indeed, my generation is probably the last one to grow up skiing without an inch of foam and plastic between our heads and terrifying impact. Despite the style potential in today’s youngsters — snowboarders, I’m looking at you — I pine for a simpler time, when Alpine style was epitomized by dudes like “win-0r-nothing daredevil” Jean-Claude Killly:
When I would come home from ski lessons as a kid, my Mom would always call me Jean-Claude Killy. I had no idea what a cool allusion that was, Ma!